It’s Misha I still remember you all.

Hhrrru? 😻

It’s me Misha. Guys I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything for soooooo long, life sucks sometimes and you can’t do what you want.

How are you all peeps and pets doing?

I wanted to thank you so so much for all your thoughts and that you cared so much about me when I got sick, thanks for all your good thoughts and prayers and nice words. I’m much better now. Still a bit sluggish but much much better.

I actually don’t have much to say because Mila told you about almost everything already, that I now have a new friend Sasha and that I couldn’t write anything last month because Mila sent her laptop to some guy to fix it. I thought she lent it to him at first and was cross with her for doing it because I couldn’t write to you, I couldn’t watch cats and birds and other things I used to sometimes. And I was cross with that silly guy why he doesn’t return it to us for so long it’s not fair and I saw that Mila was pissed at him too. But then she explained to me that she sent it so that he could fix it.

And then when it finally came back Mum and Mila went out very late in the evening and they came back with Sasha.

I was so mad at him and at them to do this! I thought they don’t like me anymore. I thought they wanted to show me I’m not important anymore because I’m bigger than Sasha and they’re bored with me. Mila tried to snuggle me and Mum wanted to give me my favourite sauce but I thought they were doing it to make fun of me and I was so very mad.

But I was even more mad with Sasha. Everyone was talking about him and comparing him to me and how he is better because his fur is softer and more shiny than mine was when I came here, and because he’s more fluffy than I was at his age, and he purrs louder and is so very cuddly and I’m not. But I purr for myself, not for others, to soothe myself when I’m stressed, and not to please silly peeps. They can purr for themselves if they like to hear it, and not ask me to purr. How stupid is that!

And I was cross with Mum because when I growled and hissed at Sasha she thought I’ll do something very bad to him like scratch him badly or maybe even kill him. Well, I might hate someone but I’mm not freaky enough to kill him right away just because I hate him.

Now I got used to Sasha more and I know that my peeps just wanted me to have a friend, and I know that Sasha likes me and everyone likes me too. But it still feels so strange to have another cat in the house, and I can’t get used to it. I think I’m afraid of Sasha. I’m almost always afraid of something. And almost always stressed. And now as he is with us I’m frightened ALL the time.

When Sasha comes to me and hhrrrus and purrs at me I know he likes me but I am afraid, I don’t want to be to close to him and I run away. But I like him too. It’s awful but I can’t help it. And with peeps, it’s always been just the same. Or similar. But my peeps are more clever than Sasha and they understand it, and Sasha is little and silly and he doesn’t understand anything. I think he thinks I don’t like him – well that sounds very complicated, doesn’t it? – and I feel like a very bad awful Misha for it. Maybe he also thinks I’m bad. Well, maybe not… if he still likes me, he probably doesn’t think so. Mum constantly tells me to relax, but I can’t relax whenever I want. Only when everything is calm and good and like I want it to be.

But I try to take care of Sasha and I like to play with him. We often talk together and the peeps really like it, especially Mila, because she thinks it sounds funny when we talk. I tell him how things are in our house and what is where etc. and sometimes when I’m less scared I lick him, and sometimes I let him lie on me and we sleep together. But I don’t like when people see it all. And I don’t like when for example Sasha lies in my cartonboard or in my basket, because it’s mine! I never lie in his, so why can he lie in mine? My things should smell like me, not like someone else, isn’t that logical? Sometimes when I’m asleep Zofijka brings Sasha to me and I hate it and go nuts!

Sasha is very silly. He doesn’t know that you should poop and pee in the loo. Actually I think he does, but he doesn’t care. Sometimes he does it in the loo, but most times anywhere else and mum is very angry at him. But he still doesn’t get it. Today Mum closed him in the loo so that he would learn and understand where to poop and pee, but I don’t think he knows why she closed him. He found a little glass ball I lost there months ago and no one could find it, and he was playing it and running around the restroom like crazy hahahaha silly guy. Sometimes he poops to the bathtube hahaha. And last night he peed in Mila’s bed, and today on Mum’s. Mum says that if he won’t learn very soon where to do it she’ll get rid of him. I don’t know if it would be good or bad and if I’d like it, but I don’t think she’ll do that. And he is always so cheerful and foolish that I think he wouldn’t care at all. If she would throw him out of the house he’d just stand by the door and purr and poop right where he’d stand. He always purrs, even when they yell at him. My human mum often says I’m a nutter or freaky or that I am afraid of my own shadow, but I wonder if Sasha isn’t a bigger nutter, because which normal cat would purr and sigh with happiness when they yell at him and throw him into the restroom. I think he’s in his own world all the time and there are only nice things in there, so he doesn’t know that anything bad could actually exist and doesn’t think that it really matters where you poop. What do you think?

I was vaccinated on Monday. It was awful. I didn’t cry though. I was vaccinated for the same thing that Sasha’s sick with now and the peeps say it was wrong. I don’t know why it was wrong, because if vaccines are to help you to not be sick, I think it was just the right thing to give it to me when Sasha was sick. But it turned out to not be good and as you know I got sick, and I am sicker than Sasha and everyone talks about me.

I puked and choked and was cold all the time, I’m still cold but not as much. My muscles were aching, so shaky I was and they were constantly strained. But it’s weird I have the same thing as Sasha if Sasha doesn’t feell like me – he’s sneezing and his eyes are watery and he is hoarse and has runny nose.

Mum and Zofijka took me to the vet very quickly but the vet, not that lady who vaccinated me, the other one, because it was late. She told them she doesn’t know what’s wrong with me and then got out the needle and started to prickle me and it hurt so badly. I usually don’t cry when it hurts but then I did and I was bouncing around and was “aggressive” and “naughty” and they couldn’t calm me down and Zofijka cried and I scratched her. I don’t know why she cried – because I was sick and cried or because I scratched her and it hurt? I didn’t want to scratch her, but I didn’t think. They couldn’t hold me and I broke the needle and she didn’t give me any injections. She gave me very big pills and other ones that were small but very icky and bitter. Luckily I didn’t have to take those big ones finally, I think I’d choke to death.

When we came home I curled up under Mila’s bed and was very shaky I even couldn’t walk properly and was slipping.

I didn’t feel any better yesterday morning so they took me again to the vet and I was scared and very weak. It was a guy. He gave me two injections and it didn’t hurt, only a little, but I didn’t cry. But I think that even if it hurt more I would gave up because I was to weak. He told me I don’t have to take those big pills, only those small yucky ones for diarrhea, and that I have the same sickness as Sasha but I am weaker and always afraid of something so my body has it harder to get rid of the sickness so that’s why I am sicker. That’s odd, isn’t it? If someone is constantly stressed out, like me, shouldn’t he be saved and not be sick at all, instead of being even sicker and even more stressed? Life isn’t fair. He also gave Mum some pink pills that I have to take now to be less scared and get used to Sasha.

And I am much better now. But I’mstill very stressed. I always am.

Mishpurrs and mishhugs for all of you pets and peeps. 🤗

Misha Pisha Shmisha

Update on Misha and me.

First of all I wanted to thank all of you once again for all the support and kind thoughts for Misha. It’s way more appreciated than I can express at the moment and means a lot for us. 💙
So as you may know from my yesterday post Misha is sick and that’s for sure now.
I went to sleep almost straight away after writing this post though couldn’t fall asleep for ages, had that awful feeling when you’re just too exhausted emotionally and physically to actually fall asleep. Misha spent some part of the night under my bed, then he threw up again, which messed up with my absolutely fabulously overactive emetophobic brain even more and I felt so sorry for him as he looked so scared and devastated and I was just helpless and scared as well, maybe more than him. 😀 Poor child. So I finally gave up and had to take my sleep meds which I always try to avoid as much as possible but sometimes they can be really saving.
Before I fell asleep Sasha came to me and laid down on me purring so blissfully and loudly, even without me stroking him. He is really such a nice little furball, so very cuddly and joyous. As he lied on me, I felt more grounded and calm under his little, warm body and finally we both fell asleep, although I can’t say I was sleeping well because I was waking like every two hours or so which was really irritating.
Mum gave Misha the antibiotic in the morning, the one he was prescribed yesterday, but he was looking very very poorly. He didn’t eat anything, only drank some water, had diarrhea and fever, although he felt very cold and was shivering just like yesterday. He laid down in his bed – the basket on my bed – and lied there so silently, literally the only way you could actually see he’s alive is to feel his chest moving while breathing, other than that he was so still that it felt utterly scary to me and Zofijka and even to Mum, although she says she isn’t emotionally attached to Misha.
So finally we decided we should go to our local vet to check on him, maybe he would know what’s wrong exactly.
Mum and Sofi ended up packing Misha and driving there twice because the first time they went it was closed so poor thing was quite stressed out, no wonder as he hardly ever leaves the house. Luckily though the vet was indeed able to tell us what’s wrong.
He was actually laughing openly at the thoughtlessness of the vet who vaccinated Misha for cat flu, knowing that Sasha is sick, the more that he was sick with just the same thing. Who on Earth would vaccinate their child if another one is contagiously sick, and why should it be otherwise with pets? That was just what we thought, but obviously you don’t want to come across as a know-all, after all the vet should know better what she does…
Actually, before Misha was vaccinated on Monday, my Mum had one of those inklings she has – the first time they told us to come with Misha for the vaccination and Mum went with him it turned out that they actually didn’t have the vaccine at the moment, then the second time they went was just the same, and my Mum started to wonder out of the blue that maybe it means Misha shouldn’t be vaccinated. Then they planned to go for the third time, but Mum had to collect Dad so they didn’t.
As I said my Mum has such inklings or impulses quite often, she really seems to have a good intuition. It might look a bit like some superstitiality or something like this, but she really acts as if she had some sixth sense sometimes, and generally she’s not superstitious at all, quite the opposite. Oh gosh what a long digression!
So our local vet to whom Misha went today laughed at that vet quite honestly, and told Mum that Misha most probably has caught cat flu from Sasha and this is its very beginning. But because Misha was also vaccinated, plus has been very stressed lately, and not coming out of the house much, it might be a bit more severe than Sasha’s, as his autoimmune system is probably weaker due to all that.
He gave Misha two injections with no problem – although the emergency vet to whom they went yesterday couldn’t manage to do it and Misha broke the needle – and he told Mum to come with Misha again on Saturday to see how things are going. So it’s probably much less serious than it looks.
Mum mentioned to him that Misha is so very stressed out lately and so very fearful, that he’s always been rather prone to anxiety, but since Sasha is with us he seems much more stressed, and he prescribed him something mildly sedative that he can take ad hoc when he’s more stressed, like at such times as now, when he has a lot to cope with emotionally. When I heard all that, I felt somewhat relieved and so did Zofijka and Mum.
I can’t say though that Misha is doing better. What’s for sure though, is that he’s not worse and he’s even eaten a little, so we’re very hopeful.
Sasha is so very caring of him. He’s really such a kind-hearted baby. I went to Misha about an hour ago to check how he’s doing and I found Sasha sitting by his side and purring. Misha was indifferent and rather not encouraging to make any closer relationships with him, but Sasha didn’t care. He really likes Misha. He always purrs and hhrrrus when he sees him, though Misha usually runs away. It’s not like Misha doesn’t like him – he’s not hostile or anything anymore – he just seems like he still needs time to adapt to the situation.
When it comes to me, as I said I feel significantly relieved after all those news and that Misha is relatively stable even if still poorly, though I feel like it hasn’t sunk in in my brain yet. I can’t say I’m feeling well emotionally today.
I’m kinda agitated all day and very anxious in general, don’t know if it’s actually about Misha or for no particular reason. I’m just feeling sort of wired and antsy and jittery and my thoughts are racing quicker than horses and I feel like all the sounds and smells and everything was way more intense than normally and sort of overwhelming, – that thing happens to me quite often but today it’s really pretty distracting – but at the same time I feel exhausted. I don’t even know how to exactly describe it. My anxiety is pretty bad but as I said I’m not really sure of the reason so the more it’s hard for me to get rid of it. I guess I just have to get through this and can’t do much about it at the moment. I rarely feel that way, I mean agitated and like I can’t sit still for too long, usually my anxiety doesn’t look that way, so it feels rather awkward and annoying and maybe there’s something deeper to it that I can’t figure out, but honestly I’m not quite in the mood for figuring out anything at the moment, don’t think it would be actually productive. I think I’ll try my luck and go to sleep, who knows maybe I’ll succeed. Sleep well too guys. 🙂

Freaking out.

Guys I’m so panicky and jittery today, I just can’t calm down my mind.

Misha is probably ill. And it doesn’t look too well, if it ever looks well when someone’s sick.

Today we have a vet day overall, because earlier today mum was at the vet with Sasha, whose eyes are very watery and he has runny nose all the time and is hoarse. Sasha is feeling OK overall but those symptoms are still present although he’s been with us for three weeks now and on antibiotics, so Mum decided to go to another vet as she had an inkling there’s something more to it than just blocked tear ducts.

It turned out he has cat flu or I don’t know how it’s called in English, or actually that it is a recurrence because he was treated at his breeder’s before but not long enough. So now he’s taking other meds, and we’re hopeful he’ll get better soon. Other than being tearful and husky and sneezing all the time he’s fine and dandy so we don’t think there’s something to worry about.

But Misha…

I’ve been kind of worried about Misha since Sasha has come to us, he seems to be adjusted now to his new little friend, unless he invades his privacy or something, though I’ve had an impression he’s even more wary and anxious than before Sasha came. I tried to rationalise it that maybe it’s more visible now that Sasha lives with us and Sasha is so cuddly and energetic and all Misha’s individual traits are now more expressed or something. And maybe it is so.

But since like yesterday I had even an impression that he’s actually kind of sad and dejected. Well, he may be anxious, a loner, very withdrawn and it’s hard to figure out what he feels, but you couldn’t say he’s sad, when he’s his normal self. He’s actually pretty cheerful and humourous in his way. But yesterday, he was sad.

Last night he came to me, I didn’t even know it. I was already in bed, and he hid under it, as he often does when he doesn’t wish to be cuddled, because no one can get him out of there even if they want. He likes to sleep there, although I don’t think it’s the most comfortable place.

And suddenly I heard such a strange noise…. before I even realised I heard it, my heart started racing. I think everyone would be scared to hear some strange noises from under your bed if you don’t know that someone is sitting there since probably a few hours. Then I realised it has to be Misha, and that it sounds a bit like vomiting, or choking, or whatever.

Whatever it could be, if you’re emetophobic like me, you have yet another reason to be scared now.

In a way I got used to cat vomit since Misha lives with us, it’s much less anxiety provoking and triggery than human, the more that he usually does it very discreetly and away from us and it’s not me who has the honour to clean it up, and it’s usually not contagious, still though, I am quite anxious when it happens to him.

But this time it was worse, like more violent, I just felt like it sounded more serious.

He calmed down pretty quickly though so I tried to persuade my brain to forget about it.

After some time he wanted me to let him out so I did and Mum just came back from her friend’s so I went downstairs to her and told her that Misha was choking or vomiting very violently, but to my surprise she didn’t find anything extraordinary under my bed.

So I thought I can sleep peacefully and it was just some weird incident.

In the morning though Mum told me that she heard weird noises at night in the living room so she went there and found Misha choking and vomiting with foam, but said he calmed down quickly after she came to him.

So then I was already alarmed, though Mum said he probably ate something not edible or just ate too much.

And that would make sense – Misha sometimes likes to eat really weird things, despite all his classiness and aristocratic manners. If you leave him in the bathroom and there is water in the bathtube, he will drink it, even if there is soap melted, or shampoo, or bathsalt, or whatever you wish, he’s crazy about water. So maybe that’s why there was foam?

Still though I couldn’t stop worry about him although I was sure there’s no reason and i am just panicking like a neurotic spinster-catmummyfreak. I couldn’t help it though. I always freak out when it comes to Misha, because he’s the most precious thing I have. Even when he came to us, guess what was my first thought when I saw him?? “Oh God how beautiful he is, I love him, what will I do when he dies?” I was scared of even thinking of it, but it just popped in to my mind so suddenly…

I wanted to play with Misha a little in the morning, but he was definitely not in the mood. Then he went to Mum’s bedroom and just curled up there and slept.

I went horse riding then and, well do I need to say it was fabulous, only that it would be even more if I wouldn’t think constantly about Misha and wouldn’t be mad at myself for freaking out for no reason.

When we came home, I found Misha still curled up in Mum’s bedroom and lying very peacefully. I hugged him and I already noticed that he was all shaking and trembling. It happens to him sometimes, particularly when he’s asleep, so I tried to not think about it too much, maybe that’s the way he is.

After some time Mum was going to vacuum and she brought Misha to my room because he’s scared of vacuum cleaner so we always close him somewhere so that he wouldn’t be too scared. I laid him on my bed and stroked him, and couldn’t stop thinking about how shaky he is, as if he was freezing or extremely fearful, or had fever. I couldn’t resist to not wrap him up in the blanket, though it didn’t really help

I left him asleep and went to do my own things but soon heard him choking and vomiting again. And again and again. And then a couple more times throughout the day. Obviously it scared the shit out of me, both because I was so worried about Misha, but also because anything about vomit scares the shit out of me.

A while ago my Mum and Sofi went shopping and they also were at KFC (to get that takeaway meal with milkshakes I was telling you about recently) and when they came back I told Mum to look at Misha once again, because he’s really shaky and looks so depressed.

She looked at him and said there really has to be something wrong and she called the vet and they told her to come with him quickly. I just don’t know what to think, actually I would be really happy if I could switch off my brain, maybe if I’ll let it out here I’ll be able to…

So Mum took him and Zofijka went with them. I wanted to go too at first but then decided I rather wouldn’t, as it won’t make any good to anyone, especially me, and I can’t help him. So I stayed with Sasha.

By the way, speaking about Sasha, I don’t know if I told you about that guys before, but ironically Sasha seems to really like me. And I feel a bit weird about that since so far I don’t feel almost anything to him other than simply like him. Nothing as strong as to Misha. While Sasha is so clearly affectionate to me. 😀 Poor Zofijka, because officially he’s hers. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t like her though, he likes everyone and is so very trustful.

I had my KFC food a while ago and the milkshake, and yes, it was good, as I expected, but I didn’t enjoy it at all, just drank it because probably I’d regret it later on if I wouldn’t, getting a chance after like ten years.

They just came back with Misha. Much quicker than I’d expect…

Mum says they don’t know anything. Misha was vaccinated like two days ago or so for cat flu, so maybe it could be a reaction for that, or the stress related to Sasha as it’s such a major change to him.

They wanted to give him an injection, but he was apparently fighting very vivaciously and crying, and Zofijka started to cry too, and she still can’t calm down.

I wish I could cry like her too, but I can’t and my head is throbbing and I feel almost physically sick of all that.

Misha got an antibiotic and something else and the vet said he indeed has fever.

I so wish it was just stress and that he gets better quickly.

Sorry for being so dramatic and emotional but I don’t have another brain mode to switch to at the moment and I just had to get it off, though don’t know if I really achieved it..

Please keep Misha in your prayers if you can or send him good vibes or something… He just looks so hopeless…

😱

Think I’m going to bed very soon, although it’s only half past eight, but I think it’s the wisest thing I can do now.

They let me out.

Hhrrru?

It’s your boring Misha again. How you’re guys doing? Did something interesting happen to you?

I had a big adventure last weekend. Mum let me go with her on the terrace, but she said she’ll let me stay only if I’d be calm and peaceful. I tried to be, or at least pretended to be. Mum sat in the armchair and chatted to me for a while but then did her own thing. She sunbathed and phoned someone and they talked really reeeeeally long. And I realised she doesn’t care about me at all. So I stopped caring about being calm and peaceful, how could I be if there was such a gorgeous opportunity for me. I was sitting under Mum’s armchair but I sneaked out on to the roof and then on the grass. I was free! Free again! I walked majestically around, looking at the world around me like a king, I couldn’t believe my luck. Now I could explore the world! My dream has come true! I was quite surprised that no one is running after me, but they weren’t. Mum didn’t see anything. I managed to have a bit of a walk around the backyard until they realised. I heard Zofijka screaming “Look, he’s there! There! Neear the river!”, she sounded terrified. And then, Zofijka and Dad started to chase me. Zofijka yelled Miiiiiiishaaaaa!!! Miiiiishaaaa! But I wouldn’t stop. I ran very fast. Finally Dad stopped me. And he was cross with me, you know? Everyone was. Stupid sun, and my fur, if my fur wasn’t so shiny, Zofijka wouldn’t notice me. I was very sad that my adventure finished so quickly. Did they really think I wouldn’t ever come back? I just wanted to explore the world, and I would come back when I’d finish. But Mum started to lecture me like a baby that someone could steal me, or other animals could scratch me or even eat me. But I like other animals. If they saw I like them, they would like me to, wouldn’t they? I want to meet other animals and play with them. But sadly, Mum decided that from now on, she won’t even let me go on the terrace, because it only makes me more nerevous and more wanting to go out than when I’m at home. That’s so sad.

But it wasn’t the end of my adventures. Two days later, I woke up veery early and was hungry but I’ve already had eaten everything I had in my bowl in the evening and everyone was asleep so no one could feed me. So I went upstairs to Mila and meowed at her to let me in and give me some snacks. So she did, and then we both went back to bed and cuddled. And she stroked my head and massaged my ears as I like it and then she saw I have something on my ear. She was looking at it but she couldn’t figure out what it is. And then she showed it to Mum. And Mum screamed: “Oh! Misha’s got a tick!”. And then, the fuss started. Everyone was looking at me and touching my ear and asking how it happened, and Mum said there’s no other way than that I got him at my little Sunday walk. They were terrified. Honestly? I was too. Because after they brought me home after my walk Zofijka lectured me about the ticks and that they suck all the blood out of you and then you’re weaker and weaker and you suddenly die! That was so scary. I was veery scared. And what now? Am I gonna die? I was very, very, very afraid of death. I didn’t want to die. I could even swear that I won’t ever go out again if I could stay alive. I wanted to live. I love my life. And what will my lovely peeps do without me? and, what’s even more concerning, what will I do without them?

They finally left me and I was walking arund in confusion, waiting for when I’ll get weak. I could feel it getting down my veins in search of blood… or maybe I just had chills of fear… whatever it was, it was scary. Peoples rushed around and I don’t even know how and when, but finally I ended up in my basket, the one that always stands on Mila’s bed, which is also my transporter, and someone put the cover on it so that I couldn’t get out. I closed my eyes. Are they going to bury me when I’m still alive? Or maybe they will throw me away in this basket and live me alone because they are afraid of ticks? Oh, I really regretted my Sunday escapade, I regretted it so so much. If I had another chance, I wouldn’t escape again. They placed me on the floor and I looked at them as I could from my basket and they looked like they’re going out somewhere. Maybe they put me into this basket because they want to be sure I won’t escape now. Stupid peeps! Do they think I would do this again to get another tick. I felt sick and didn’t know if it is of fear, or because I was dying. Mum asked Mila and Zofijka if they want to go with her and Misha. “Where are they taking me?” – I thought anxiously. Zofijka said “Yess yess!” and Mila said she would stay home because she is sure I’ll have enough moral support from them both and she is too doting for me and always feels upset when I hurt. Is someone going to hurt me? I was seriously scared, more and more. Is my death going to be painful? Was I really such a bad kitty? I sighed, there wasn’t much I could do now, and lied down in my little, comfy bed, closing my eyes. Then someone picked me up and carried somewhere for a long long time, opening and closing different doors, and finally they placed me somewhere where it was very noisy. I startled and someone stroked me. I opened my eyes. It was Zofijka. And I was in the car.

As much as I like going out, even on the leash, if I can go out where I want, I hate being in the car. It’s so noisy and boring and everything is rocking. But I was too confused to even meow, I meowed only once during that neverending ride.

They carried me out, and into some room. And there were other animals. But I wasn’t happy to see them. I was rather stressed. I didn’t know where I am and what’s going to happen and what they’re doing here. I’m used to myself being the only animal in the house, other animals are outside – on the backyard or in the forest, so I was shocked seeing them all in one room, and they seemed upset too. And they were held by people too. Zofijka stroked me and reassured me.

And then I felt a massive relief. Mum was talking to someone and told them she wanted the vet to see me and remove the tick… Aaaah! So I just went to the doctor. So maybe I’m not gonna die? Maybe they’ll save me.

The doctor saw me soon and he called me Mishka and was very nice. I was afraid it would hurt when he’d remove the tick, but I was a big, brave boy and I didn’t meow and it didn’t hurt almost at all.

Zofijka patted me on my head slightly and whispered to me “You see? It’s over. You’re alive! But don’t try escaping again. That tick wasn’t clever and fast enough, but next time you might not be so lucky”. I was so happy it was over.

Mum asked the doctor to weigh me and examine me, and he prescribed me some pills for worms. I wanted to ask Zofijka about worms, whether they also can suck the blood of you, but thought I’d rather not do it, what if they do too? It’s better when you don’t know some things. And now as I took those pills, hopefully I’m not going to have worms, if I’ve ever had any.

I will also have blood test in two weeks. I’ve never had one before. But I’m not scared. What I’m pissed off about is that I won’t be allowed to eat the evening before and then in the morning. They want to starve me to death!

When we got out of there, Mum bought me EIGHT CANS of my favourite tomato sauce. I’m lucky with my peeps.

Later that day, I told myself I’m not gonna EVER escape again.

Do you think I’ll succeed?

And what adventures have you had lately?

Mishpurrs

Misa